Tuna salad…2 Fridays in a row! Fr Whelan would be so proud. God I hated meatless Fridays. Not so much because there was not meat but…fish sticks…bunsteads (ack), canned mackerel—the mind reels—the miserable mess of grilled panfish I’d caught (and cleaned) myself. Oh god what a misery. It seems when I reflect on my childhood that I was always hungry. Fridays more than any other day. Sometimes only raw vegetables. But tuna salad, that was fine. Or tuna pot pies. Tuna casserole, all good.
